Chapter 161 Wang Fan's painful memories

Wang Fan glanced at Zhang Bao faintly and then pretended to be respectful.

"Your Majesty, it is my blessing to contribute to the kingdom of heaven. Your Majesty, don't do this. I am very ashamed."

Zhang Bao is already rushed to the hospital and doesn't care about anything.

"Okay, Aiqing, what is the best way to relieve the siege of Luoyang and save the kingdom of heaven from water and fire?"

Wang Fan cleared his throat and replied.

"Your Majesty, the princes come to fight and are known as millions of soldiers, but I guess that this is definitely a false name. This is just a preemptive strategy. They pretend to scare the kingdom of heaven, so your majesty doesn't have to panic."

After hearing this, Zhang Bao also felt reasonable. After all, millions of soldiers were really scary. Everyone's mouthful of saliva was enough to drown him, and destroying Luoyang was only minutes. He had just ascended the throne and had not enjoyed it enough. After listening to Wang Fan's words, his heart suddenly settled down.

He took a long breath, sorted out his yellow robe crown, straightened his sitting posture, and said to the minister below.

"All Aiqing, get up. The strength of the kingdom of heaven is invincible. The bluffing of the princes is not enough to defeat the kingdom of heaven. Let's listen to Wang Aiqing's plan for the country at ease."

The ministers shouted in unison and did not hesitate to beat the horse to Zhang Bao.

"Holy, Long live Your Majesty, Hongfu Qitian, Shengming Weiluo."

Zhang Bao was so complaed that he waved his hand to stop him and said to Wang Fan.

"Wang Aiqing, tell me, how many people are there in the coalition of princes?"

Wang Fan lowered his head and seemed respectful, but his eyes flashed from time to time, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain. Waste is waste. He has seized Zhang Jiao's country, but he can't keep it. A martial artist still wants to be the son of the sun. It's ridiculous. I'll scare you again and let everyone see Zhang Bao's ugliness.

Thinking of such thoughts, Wang Fan smiled sinisterly and then raised his head.

"Your Majesty, although the coalition of princes does not have what they call a million army, there are still four or five hundred thousand, but they can't take it lightly."

Wang Fan pretended to be heavy and seemed to be persuading Zhang Bao. He even saw that Zhang Bao's face instantly turned into a pig liver color. In order to suppress his pleasure of laughter, Wang Fan immediately lowered his head.

But Zhang Bao tasted the feeling of falling from heaven to hell. One million can scare him to death, but 500,000 can also scare him to death. He doesn't know how many soldiers and horses he still has now. Maybe there are 100,000, maybe 200,000 or 300,000, but maybe even 100,000. What can he resist? These 500,000 princes were allied.

The courtiers were awe-inspiring, Zhang Bao was dull, and Wang Fan chuckled.

"This, this, Wang Aiqing, what should I do?"

Now Zhang Bao can only count on this Wang Fan. Now he is helpless. He may not be afraid of war, and he also has two brushes, but this is the past. Since he became a local general, he has not rushed to the front by himself and only took credit in the rear. Later, when Huangzana was established, he was awarded the title of cavalry general for the emperor. He made a lot of preparations, but for the war, he felt that he was far away from him. Now that he has become the emperor, he doesn't want to fight.

People always live more and backwards, and the more they live, the more they are afraid of death, especially after trying the benefits of power.

Wang Fan lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Bao. Seeing Zhang Bao's pitiful appearance, he really wanted to laugh, but so many tears unconsciously appeared in his eyes and swirled in his eyes.

How long has it been? Every time he dreams, he can't fall asleep, and he can't sleep. Every time he closes his eyes, his parents will always appear in front of him, crying and shouting, and his sister staring at him.

Why, why is it like this! Every time in his dream, he would be sad and ask God.

His parents were asking him for their lives, asking him why he didn't take revenge and why he was a thief. He saw the resentment of his parents' grievances under Huangquan, and saw his parents' bloody body before his death. His parents stretched out to him and grabbed his neck.

His sister cried speechlessly, her clothes were messy and debris, and the black hair on her head was accompanied by blood. He heard his sister's complaint and saw her humiliation. He also saw the big eyes of the sister before she died, which made him feel fright.

Every midnight dream, Wang Fan can't control herself.

He hates, hates heaven!

He hates the yellow scarf!

He hates Zhang Bao!

He hates himself the most!

Heaven has no eyes. Why did he let his family suffer such a great change? His family was ruined, his family died, and his sister was stained! He knew who the enemy was. He saw with his own eyes. He saw the group of people wrapped in yellow scarves ruthlessly inserted knives into his father's chest.

He saw his mother's despair at that moment, and the same knife ended his mother's name. Those people ignored their parents' crying for mercy and kowtowed their lives. The knife and the bright knife were stained with his parents' blood.

He saw it with his own eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

Finally, he saw the leader who thought he had killed him come out of the house. The man was untidy. He wanted to shout, but his hoarse throat could not shout. Finally, the moment the man turned around, he saw the man's face, Zhang Bao.

After that, he thought he was dead, because he took a knife in his heart and a bright knife, and he fell into a coma in despair.

However, maybe God suddenly woke up dozed off, or maybe the hell king of hell looked down on his little life and didn't accept himself. He is not dead, he has been saved, and heaven will not destroy him.

A young man who saved him was graceful. He told himself that his parents were dead, and his little sister was also humiliated and killed. Wang Fan was speechless at that time. He regretted why he was alive. He even wanted to die.

However, the young man saved him again and told him a lot about why people who are not even afraid of death are afraid of living! Only when you live and live well can you avenge, only if you live can you find an enemy, and only if you live can your parents die at ease.

The prince slapped him hard, woke him up and brought him back to reality.

How can he die without blood vendence? How can he comfort his parents' spirit in heaven? How can he be worthy of the humiliation suffered by his little sister? Those people who die will live well. Those murderers will live well. He will never allow it!

He wants to kill, he wants to kill those people with his own hands and avenge his family! The prince was very sympathetic to his experience, and even saw the same anger as him when he saw the scene at that time. The cold breath emanating from his whole body made him afraid to move. He knew that the prince was a good man.

However, when the prince asked him if he knew who killed his family and insulted his little sister, Wang Fan clenched his lips, his lips were broken, blood flowed into his mouth, and his eyes were red.

Wang Fan knew why the young man asked so. Obviously, the prince wanted to kill the group of crazy demons and eliminate the harm for the people. He felt the noble breath of the young man and the undisguised evil spirit at that moment.

But he also knows that he can't say it, although as long as he says that the young man will help him, he can't! Wang Fan was very grateful to the prince. He could not put the man who saved his life and gave him a second rebirth at risk.

Because he knew that the group of people were not easy to provoke. Their fierce appearance had been engraved in the deepest part of his heart. He believed that one day, he would be able to kill his enemies. No matter how powerful his kindness was, he was just one person, but the group of people were not. He even guessed the identity of those people, peace!

If it's too plain, he can't tell the benefactor, which will only harm the benefactor, so he just said that he didn't see it. The prince looked at him for a long time and finally sighed. Maybe the prince had guessed something, but he still couldn't say it.

The prince was a student who traveled around the world. He told himself that his name was Qin Feng and said that he could help himself. Wang Fan didn't know who Qin Feng was at first, but felt that Qin Feng was the best person in the world and the best person for him.

He knew that his strength was not enough to kill those enemies. The first thing he thought of was actually the official, but he extinguished the idea in an instant, because he had seen that the magistrate seemed to have a relationship with these people.

Finally, he put his eyes on the Luoyang court. He was going to complain. After learning about his idea, Qin Feng, his benefactor, gave him a lot of money, at least he had never seen so much.

He refused, but Qin Feng's words made it difficult for him to extricate himself. He couldn't do anything if he didn't have money to go to Luoyang. Wang Fan didn't know whether what Qin Feng said was true or not, but he dared to gamble. For the sake of his parents and his ill-death little sister, he accepted the money given to him by Qin Feng.

At that moment, he left a man's tears, and it was also at that moment that he made up his mind to avenge in the future. He went to find the benefactor. From then on, he worked for the slave for him and never hesitated to die!

In front of the scenes of the past, Wang Fan forced to hold back his tears. It was the emperor in front of him now, the confused emperor, Zhang Bao!